
August 8th in Taiwan is Father’s Day. Random fleeting thoughts about my father naturally crossed my mind. I don’t usually think about my father. It’s not that he wasn’t a good father. He was oftentimes not at home due to his profession. Growing up, I realized that I never really had a father figure to talk to. But the memories I do have of him, most of them are positive and happy ones. I do miss him sometimes, even though there’s not too many specific moments I could recall..
I brought some of his belongings back to the U.S. with me the past few years. Sometimes when I look at these items, my heart fills up with gratitude. 爸,父親節快樂,may you rest in eternal peace..









